[ She believes so fiercely, so desperately, in redemption; how could she not? Phoenix, she'd said once, is not about vengeance, and neither are the X-Men.
But there have always been exceptions, hate too vast and too ugly to allow that sort of grace. When she and Nathan killed Apocalypse, she'd felt nothing but vicious satisfaction. It's hard to conceive of circumstances where she'd do anything else; not after what he'd done to people she loved, not after living through a world remade in his image.
That isn't the sort of person she feels comfortable being. She wants moments like this, tranquil and tender, to matter more. She wants -
She wants the balance to come down on the side of love. ]
I don't trust it. But I do trust you.
[ She hasn't noticed her clothing flickering again, from black and bronze to white and gold. ]
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But there have always been exceptions, hate too vast and too ugly to allow that sort of grace. When she and Nathan killed Apocalypse, she'd felt nothing but vicious satisfaction. It's hard to conceive of circumstances where she'd do anything else; not after what he'd done to people she loved, not after living through a world remade in his image.
That isn't the sort of person she feels comfortable being. She wants moments like this, tranquil and tender, to matter more. She wants -
She wants the balance to come down on the side of love. ]
I don't trust it. But I do trust you.
[ She hasn't noticed her clothing flickering again, from black and bronze to white and gold. ]